Pretty witty, that's me.
Depressed?
Nah, that's not me.
That girl in the corner, all alone?
Don't be afraid; throw her a bone.
Maybe she'll talk, maybe she'll moan.
Whatever the case may be, just know,
that loner girl, is me.
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